Our known universe at 13.7 billion years is very old. Our galaxy, the Milky Way is among the oldest galaxies and is thought to be among the firsts to get under construction at around 13.6 billion years ago (give or take 800 million years.) Further studies are needed to reduce this margin of error. Our solar system formed from the collapse of a giant molecular cloud approximately 4.6 billion years ago.
Our home, Earth is an insignificant and lonely speck of dot floating in this vast cosmic space. Modern man's history (last few thousand years) is but a snowflake on top of a mountain in comparison to our planet's entire history.
I am an atheist in the sense that I lack belief in the 4,000 or so gods that man has invented over time in history. However, I also cannot discount the probability of something along the lines of Baruch Spinoza's idea. An idea also shared by Albert Einstein.
To claim otherwise with absolute certainty that there is no god or perhaps an unseen force that may be indifferent to man and its existence is to me, simply hubris. So, why call him god? Epicurus. I ask, why attribute responsibility? Who invented the myth of an omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent being?
For me at least, this much is true - the 4,000 or so gods are purely the inventions of man. Yet, there is much we do not know and understand. So, at this point on a personal note, I am thankful I have been given life by "the stars that were kind enough to die" and breathe the elements of life into our being. To be made aware and be able to contemplate on the grandeur and magnificence of this existence is in itself a breathtaking and humbling experience no matter how imperfect and meaningless this journey we call life may seem to be.
Indeed, we are all we have got. And this, my friends is how my small mind comprehends my humble place in this world.